Roads Not Taken
My brother’s driving directions are full of “roads not taken.”
He’ll say something like, “Go about a mile and you’ll see Hamilton. Don’t turn there! You want the next street.” But without fail, I see Hamilton, remember that it was part of his directions, and turn before I’m supposed to.
My father and I are equally directionally incompatible. He’ll recite a mystifying succession of compass points to me.… more